this was just a day
I wanted to share this poem that my sister and I found today in one of those "poem for every day of the year" books. This is the one for March 21, my birthday, and I think it was one of the ones we both liked a lot.
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Words, Wide Night
by Carol Anne Duffy
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I'm singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you and this
is what it is like or what it is like in words.